Mistake

Killian

It has been 3 fucking weeks since Alora came to the pack. She has been helping out at different places, and she is very efficient. I think some of the pack are surprised she’s not more social, as normally wolves are more social creatures. I think some members of the pack understand that the way she became a wolf was very traumatic, and what happened afterward has made her leery.

What they don’t know and I know in my gut, and Dr. Martin very much agrees with me about, is that this girl has a heap more on her shoulders than just what happened to change her into a wolf, and what those bastards did to her after her change. No, there are layers of scars that she is carrying around with her, and it’s affecting everything, including us being mates.

I am having more and more trouble keeping Siril away from her wolf. I am trying to get her used to my presence and let her get her wolf time to be around mine, so hopefully that eases the way for us to move forward. The pack knows she’s my mate. News like that would have spread like wildfire, so they all wonder why I haven’t claimed her yet. 

I have finally convinced her to let our wolves run together, as I guess hers has been pushing at her to get out, to run, and to see Siril as much as Siril has been wanting to get to her. So, we are going to go on a run together. I explained to her about her clothes and where to put them, and that if she didn’t want to change in front of me, she didn’t have to, but that her, being near Siril and me would help with the pain of transformation.

So we are by the lake, and she has gone just a bit of a way into the trees to shift. I remove my clothes and let Siril finally be out. He is happy to be free and able to be close to his mate. I have no idea what her wolf’s name is as she doesn’t really say it. Siril will know as soon as he is with her, and they will finally greet each other. 

I am stunned as her wolf comes out of the trees. She’s solid white. I have never seen a solid white wolf. It’s the opposite of me as Siril is a huge solid black wolf. Her deep almost violet blue eyes stand out so much against her white fur. She’s amazing, and Siril approaches her cautiously, not wanting to scare her. She yips at him and wags her tail, and he yips back. 

They cautiously greet each other and then rub along each other’s bodies, and lick each other in greeting. I hear the name Mani spoken in my head and I know that is her wolf’s name. I have to think but I believe there’s an ancient god somewhere that is named Mani, and is associated with the moon, I’ll have to look that up later. 

They took off running and playing with each other, and she is just as much into wrestling as Siril has always been, going so far as to tackle him a few times. She’s actually a big wolf for a female, but with her being an alpha it doesn’t surprise me. She has deferred to Siril for the most part, but I can definitely see that she would push him, as her dominance level is just below ours. 

I honestly should have accounted for what happened next, but to my shame, I didn’t. I felt it was going to happen a split second before it did, and then I thought it was too late, and Siril was pushing me back hard, so I wasn’t able to shift. 

They had gotten back to the river, and they got a drink, and lay down next to each other. After a few minutes, Siril had gone to her and started to lick her, and put his scent on her, which was a very common behavior for mates. Then as he moved behind her and nipped her in the but causing her to move, I got the inkling just before he mounted her. 

I heard her wolf whine but Siril gripped the back of her neck with his teeth and held her as he powered into her claiming her wolf. I tried to pull him back and get him off of her, but he just kept reiterating that she was his mate. I could feel her wolf struggling under him, but I wasn’t sure if it was from her wolf so much as her. Her wolf would be instinctual just like Siril, so she would be more likely to submit and accept the claim. Alora was most definitely not. 

I knew Siril was about to knot her and bite her, again I was trying to rein him in, but I heard her wolf let out a huge squeal as the knot slipped in and then Siril had his teeth sunk into her shoulder, claiming her as his mate.

I could never have predicted however what happened next. With blinding speed, Alora shifted, and somehow in the middle of this, she pulled her wolf in. Her face was frantic, so I wasn’t sure what she was thinking or seeing but she was in absolute and utter panic. She grabbed Siril around his muzzle over her shoulder. The way she grabbed him actually forced his jaws to shut tighter and his teeth to dig deeper into her shoulder. Then she ripped his head away, and I felt the muscle and skin give way in her shoulder as Siril came away with a mouthful of her shoulder. 

How she then maneuvered around his huge body, even while knotted together in her human form, which we didn’t do, she rolled onto her back, and used her legs and arms to literally rip him from her body and throw him across the clearing. The amount of pain I felt at our knot being ripped out of her was excruciating. I can’t even imagine how much it hurt for her to basically rip herself apart to pull him from her body. 

As we landed, I immediately started to shift as Siril was dazed and hurt, and he was confused about what had happened and gone wrong, and he was so upset about hurting his mate and biting her like that, and I was trying to calm him down so I could shift and get to her. I knew she was hurt, and probably hurt badly.

As soon as I was on two legs again, I went to her and paused as I saw her lying on her side on the ground. Her body convulsed in pain probably, there was a huge chunk out of her shoulder, and blood gushed everywhere. There was also a river of blood flowing from between her thighs. I grabbed her and ran with her to the medical wing in the pack house.